About Cephalic Carnage
Cephalic Carnage play dense, impossibly bottom-heavy Grindcore that's capable of laying serious waste to bass-challenged stereo systems. Unlike many Grind bands, their music isn't all two-hundred miles-per-hour wreckage. Their songs feature plenty of odd twists, often in the form of jazzy interludes with actual clean-toned guitars. Rhythmically, they run the gamut from trudging slowness to rifling blastbeat insanity, with most of the action landing in a convoluted mid-tempo headspace. On the lyrical front, the recurring theme is marijuana, but with a twist: "Hybrid" tells of an ill-fated attempt to splice cannabis DNA into the genome of a mouse. "Cryptosporidium" is even more preposterous, recounting a tale of mass bacteria illness, brought on by a defective filter at the city's water treatment plant and only treatable with -- yes, you guessed it. Totally implausible (and with the guttural vocal growls, all but indecipherable), yet somehow still keeps with the general over-the-top scheme laid out by this still-developing crew of sludge-happy skull pounders.
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About Cephalic Carnage
Cephalic Carnage play dense, impossibly bottom-heavy Grindcore that's capable of laying serious waste to bass-challenged stereo systems. Unlike many Grind bands, their music isn't all two-hundred miles-per-hour wreckage. Their songs feature plenty of odd twists, often in the form of jazzy interludes with actual clean-toned guitars. Rhythmically, they run the gamut from trudging slowness to rifling blastbeat insanity, with most of the action landing in a convoluted mid-tempo headspace. On the lyrical front, the recurring theme is marijuana, but with a twist: "Hybrid" tells of an ill-fated attempt to splice cannabis DNA into the genome of a mouse. "Cryptosporidium" is even more preposterous, recounting a tale of mass bacteria illness, brought on by a defective filter at the city's water treatment plant and only treatable with -- yes, you guessed it. Totally implausible (and with the guttural vocal growls, all but indecipherable), yet somehow still keeps with the general over-the-top scheme laid out by this still-developing crew of sludge-happy skull pounders.